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Gangster Love

Isabella raised her head from the dripping cock and wiped her chin on her bare shoulder.  She gave the man a toothy smile and crawled across the floor to her next assignment.

At one end of the room stood a clump of idle girls – not the favorites, Isabella thought smugly.  The favorites were on their knees, crawling between bosses, slurping and moaning and, sometimes, embracing one another at the center of the chamber.  Every breast was bare, and most of the men lounged on cushions with their pants unzipped.

She reached Alanzo and curled up between his knees.  He ruffled her hair.  "Izzy, baby. I feel like we haven’t talked in months.“

Leaning her head back so she was resting it on his stomach, she fluttered her eyelashes at him.  "We haven’t.  You’ve been busy with Vera.”  She narrowed her eyes just enough to show exactly how she felt about her fellow entertainer.

“Awww, Izzy.”  Alanzo cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was a sleek, dark line from chin to sternum.  "You know I’ll always come back to you.“

"Yes,” Isabella purred, rolling over so her face rested in his crotch.  "Because I’m the best.“

Her eyes still trained on him, she went down on his cock, flattening her tongue to take him all the way in.  A sigh shivered out of him and he slumped, melancholy but sated.  Isabella bobbed on his cock, working her hands as well.

Alanzo’s head lolled and he gazed at Isabella through half-closed eyes.  "Hey.  Listen.”  His voice was almost too quiet for her to hear, so she released him with a pop of her lips and swung to her feet, straddling him.  She buried her knees deep in the couch cushions on either side of him and sank down on his waiting cock.  Spasms of pleasure pulled them closer together; she rested her head against the side of his, eyes closed, waiting.

“There’s a big delivery going down on Sunday.  Church time.  Enrico, Teddy, a few of the others – they’re dragging something out of the boats and distributing it while the holies are occupied.”  Alanzo’s lips barely moved against her ear, the soft, moist skin making her cartilage tingle.

“Got it,” she said back, just as discreetly.  She folded her torso and then leaned into him.  He grabbed her ass and pressed her down as far as she would go.  Isabella curled her tongue into the corner of her mouth and bumped her forehead against Alanzo’s.

“Well aren’t you just the strong, healthy stud today.”

“I do what I can,” the gangster said, and gritting his teeth he began to bounce his lap.  Isabella gripped him with startling strength and threw her head back, her large breasts flying up to smack her under the chin, her moan coming out in staccato snaps.  Her fingers dug into Alanzo’s shoulders and her mouth dropped open as she climaxed; Alanzo showed her a set of yellow teeth and then leaned forward to nibble her nipples.  He left bright red marks on her areolas.

Isabella dropped her hand to her clit and flicked it with two fingers while she continued to pump.  She lowered her back into the motion, riding with all of her energy, until Alanzo finally huffed and surged into her, a hot flood.  Isabella caught up her hair and settled on his lap, pulling her feet out from behind her so she was almost squatting over him.

“There you go, Mister Alanzo, sir,” she said with a teasing grin.

He wheezed in her ear, his scruff tickling her cheek. “Come back sooner next time,” he said, smacking her cheek with a kiss and then echoing the sound on her ass.

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Big Black Birthday

“Darlin’, someone’s at the door!”  Miles kept ruffling his hair with a towel, standing naked in the glaring lights of the hotel bathroom.  "I’m still naked.“

"Oh good,” drifted Penny’s voice from outside the bathroom.  Miles heard the lock rasp and Penny speak with someone – a man – in low tones.  Her giggle broke up the undertones and Miles squinted one eye at himself in the mirror.

The door shut.  There was no sound, even when Miles froze.  "Hello?  Penny?“

"Come on out, you.  And happy freakin’ birthday.”

“But I’m – ”  He caught the urgency and blazed through the door, boldly naked.

Penny perched on the edge of the queen bed, in the nude herself.  She wiggled her toes in delight and grinned.  "Miles, this is Darren.  He’s going to, uh, hang out with us.“

Miles’s gaze dropped to what was indeed hanging with Darren.  The dark-skinned man was wearing a man-thong and nothing else, and it barely concealed what appeared to be a very, very sizable boner.  He was standing a respectful distance away from Penny, though, despite his lack of clothing, and Miles’s imagination did a gleeful little dance as he realized the possibilities of the situation.

"Well,” he said, smiling, extending his hand to Darren but glancing at Penny with a doting smile (thanks, you, I love you so fucking much), “this will be fun.”

Penny clapped her hands together in delight.  "YES.  Best birthday ever.“

"Let’s do it,” Darren said, and tackled them both so they collapsed in a nearly-naked pile on the bed.  In the chaos, his thong came free and landed on the corner of the TV.  Darren arranged himself at the top of the bed, while Miles tried not to look too hard at his rising cock.

“I do what you want,” he said with a shrug, when he realized neither of the couple were making a move.  "What’s first?“

Penny got a sly smile on her face.  "Suck his cock,” she said, pointing at Miles.

“As my lady commands!”  Darren scooted forward and ran his wide tongue up Miles’s cock.  Miles shuddered as Darren got to the tip, but he closed his eyes and relaxed into the substantial pull Darren had.  His fists began to clench at his belly and he was moving with the fellatio, and suddenly Penny was there, pulling Darren off and laughing.

“Enough!  You’re going to make this a lot quicker process than I paid you for.”

The big black man looked suddenly sheepish in front of the tiny redhead.  "Sorry about that,“ he mumbled.

Miles drew in a long breath.  "Phew. It’s fine.  But do her now.  And,” he said, his eyes lighting up, “I will too.  You good with that, darlin’?”

“Perfectly,” Penny said, with a grin that said she thought much more highly of it than she was saying.

Darren lay down and Penny straddled him.  He ran his dark hands over her pale skin, letting out a low whistle as he clasped her by the hips.  "You are tiny, little lady.“

"Yoga,” Penny said, flipping her hair into a quick bun.  She leaned down over Darren so her breasts dangled in his face, and while he lapped at her nipples, she looked over her shoulder at Miles.  She gave him a smile that was pure love and affection and then tilted so her ass was presented to him.  "Please?“  She wriggled slightly.

Overwhelming adoration rushed through Miles, hardening his cock again.  "Shut up and let me do my work,” he growled playfully, reaching up and turning her face by her cheeks so she was looking down at Darren.  "Enjoy my present.“

Penny let out a squeak as Darren entered her.  "Oh god.  That’s new.  And big.  Miles!  Please!” Her voice was breathier now, more desperate.

Miles took her ass in both hands and squeezed it together, then bent and flicked his tongue around her asshole to wet it.  She moaned and arched her back, more readily displaying her offering, and Miles hefted himself, reached for the lube on the nightstand, and pressed up against her.  He eased in, gauging his speed and eagerness on Penny’s soft sounds, and then he looked down.  Three sets of legs: one pale, two hairy, one darker than a night sky.  He grinned and began to thrust slowly.

The contented groans of three human beings wound around one another and filled the hotel room.

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Multiple Equations

Pentagons and Parallelograms was the strangest name for a club, thought Dan, but he was a strange kid and felt welcome in the math department.  So he signed up with his phone number and went back to his room to wait.

His phone buzzed not thirty minutes later: Welcome to P&P.  Bring a towel.  Larson Building, Room D.

Room D was, very solidly, the basement of the Larson Building, where the math students clustered to give their long-winded presentations on high concepts.  Dan descended the stairs as softly as he could, though the pulse coming through the double doors in front of him voided the necessity for silence.

Dan put his hand to the door to go inside, but magically it swung open before he could touch it.  Inside was a cacophony of strobe lights, laser lights, and stage smoke.  Everyone was naked.

Dan actually gasped.  "Whaaat?  This is Pentagons and Parallelograms?“

"Indeed it is,” said a silky voice at his side.  He turned to see a girl no older than he was, her brown hair done up in huge movie-star ringlets.  Below bounced a pair of juicy, enticing breasts.  Hungrily, Dan traced her sleek shape down to her navel and below.  She was short-cropped and tidy and swollen.

She saw him looking and patted her mound with a teasing smile.  "I’m Stephie.  Come to enjoy yourself?“

"Show me everything,” Dan managed.

Stephie giggled and took his hand.  She tugged as if to lead him towards some part of the room, but stopped abruptly so that his fingers caught under her ass.  Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded her satisfaction.  "Good.  Start there.  Work your way around.  We’ll get you to the others eventually.“

Dan’s mouth worked, but he had forgotten how to string words together.  His eyes darted as he sought signs that this was more than a dream.  Men and women lay stretched out to five points on various pentagon-shaped mats laid out while others, one to an erogenous zone, stretched out around them and pleasured them with tongues and hands and their own bodies.  Other couples and triples lay spooning or rocking gently in sideways penetration.

"The faculty has no idea.  Well, except the ones who are here.”  Stephie brought his attention back to her by taking his other hand and stroking herself down her sides with them.  Dan found that his shorts were providing little cover for his massive hard-on.

“Oh?  You really wanna get started?”  Stephie clutched at his cock in her nimble fingers, making Dan swallow hard.

“Uh – yeah, yeah, I do.”  He pulled his shirt off, then stood with it dangling awkwardly from his hand.  "What about – “

"Clothes are for idiots,” Stephie said with an almost predatory grin, and she proceeded to remove his shorts.  Then she got down on her knees and tossed her head back so her hair fell away from her face.  Dan noticed there was a tiny gap between her two front teeth.  It made him smile.

It made him moan when she scraped those teeth gently down his cock, one hand clutching at his ass, the other slipping between his cheeks to tease the wrinkly skin of his asshole.

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Rainbow Roll

Jack always wondered why the sushi shop on the corner never closed until 11 pm.  His apartment building overlooked the little shop, and he saw customers moving in and out until around 10, when the city hushed into an informal curfew.  But the lights in the sushi shop still flickered until an hour later, when they would finally go out, leaving a faint emptiness where the neon buzz had been before.

One night, a project deadline kept him at the office past dinner, so by the time he got home around 10:30 his stomach was very angry.  Jack shrugged off his shoulderbag and went back out into the rainy night.  He flipped up his hood and dashed across the street, not even bothering to glance for cars.

The shop bell jangled and the lone server – a slender, pretty girl of indiscernible Asian origin – glanced up from her stool. She gave him a smile and paused to grab two menus before crossing to the table he had chosen.

“Party of one?” she asked in a soft accent.  Jack nodded and took the menus with a grunt of thanks.

The first covered his expectations: sushi rolls, miso soup, some haphazard teriyaki offerings.  It was the second that caught his eye.

Above the top of the flyer, the words “RAINBOW ROLL” were displayed in glittering golden letters.  Below the title was an image of a man reclining on pillows with beautiful, scantily clad women sprawled around him.  Jack frowned and glanced up, catching the server’s attention.

“Can I try the rainbow roll?” he asked, tapping the second menu with two fingers.  The girl kept her gaze on his hand, then met his eyes and grinned.

“Of course.  Follow me, please.”  She bowed slightly and waited for a confused Jack to stand and trail her to the back of the restaurant.

They passed through a bead curtain into a smoky room lit by candles and smelling strongly of incense.  Jack turned the corner and froze, one hand on the wall.

The menu had not lied.  Spread out across the length of the room, a veritable rainbow of naked women lounged: dusky black, creamy brown, soft gold, ivory white, and several in between.  They smiled with their teeth and blew him kisses as the waitress touched his elbow to move him closer.

Jack turned to utter his thanks and surprise to the waitress, but he was unable to get the words out as his gaze raked up and down her thin body, her breasts and crotch outlined by a slim silver bikini.  She cupped her hand around his ear and stroked it down his stubble.

“Enjoy your rainbow roll,” she said as the other women rose and surrounded him with eager hands and mouths, drawing him down onto the spread of pillows.